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| To touch a purple flower The juice of fresh lemons A grass quilt of three leaf clovers and pinecones The confident stroll of a skunk family- Ownership swinging from each tail Forgotten trees huddle like tribes in the forest Tongues lick plump raindrops, While birds rebuild their nests Limbs of Pennsylvania tangled in farms, tree canopies and creeks |
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| Christie and the family back together |
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| My father's garden My soul, my soul- Clings to the clouds Steals glances at the stars Burns eternally like the sun A hammock amongst oak Shadowing my every step Being one step at a time Creating the steps of my existence Death- rebirth, a torch that burns on A shoestring double knotted and then untied The desire to express itself In rhythm with a sprinkler- The sounds of the sea |
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| There’s love in the water, Droplets of glue Puzzles put together, beautiful and anew Closets to cling to memories Pockets full of earth One holy sip- The songs of the cicadas Droplets of delight A taste of magic to cradle the soul |
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